Torn Asunder [Open]

[Trahir Trahison]

Dangerous. Was he? No more so than life with all its unexpected twists, turns, and abrupt and surprising ways to come to a halt. He considered himself a predator, a wolf in sheep's clothing among the herd. At one point in time he had been dangerous to his own kind, but now? He didn't see himself as such. Perhaps his version of danger was different than Shadis' own was. It was possible. Many vampires retained a semblance of sympathetic connection to the kine that he hard a hard time fathoming.

Danger had to have results that could cause damage of some sort to the one in a situation right? She was in no danger. Not really. After all, Trahir had sworn of killing other Kindred. Then again killing wasn't the preferred method of dealing with immortals who simply returned. Not within city limits at least. Within city limits it was much more palatable to torment, torture. He supposed after a moment of thought that could be construed as dangerous, though the chance for loss of life was minuscule. "Danger makes things more interesting. We are going to a private place. You will sleep there through the day and unless I miss my guess you will awaken feeling refreshed and strong tomorrow evening."

She was so close, her curves soft against his chest, his arms move without a prompt from his brain, so natural. She fit against him so well. He wanted her. Wanted to taste her, to get high from the quicksilver in her veins. He'd only ever tasted the blood of a Shadow, thick, languid, deep and dark. Would the blood of an Allurist be different? His mind said no, he would not. His fangs, some darkness within him though, it pushed down his reluctance as easily as a playground bully pushed down a toddler.

Of course the benefit of a good rest was not the tale his hands spoke of in silence, trailing down her waist to her hips, resting there while he looked down to her. Her presence, aura, the feel of her was wearing him down, breaking down barriers within him rooted so deeply as to completely separate man from beast. All too human desires were rising within and he wondered which of them was truly more dangerous. The brutal Killer with his lust for blood and death or the woman who was pushing that to the side?

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Shadis listened to his voice as he spoke and she wondered if he knew just how commanding his voice sounded. Indeed, danger made things more interesting and she guessed that that was why she stayed. Why she pushed against this man at every turn that she got, because the darkness that she was sure that lingered within this man, was what drew her to push so many factors aside. They were going to a private place? One that meant she was going to get some actual rest where she would actually feel rested afterwards? Although she craved sleep that made her feel refreshed, she wanted to tempt the man, to feel the shiver that slithered down her spine intensely. She wanted to push him. To where? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that every time she dug her claws in, his own dug into her.

The woman felt his hands slide down her waist, only to rest upon her hips and another shiver travelled down her spine as she thought about that private place he was taking her to. Her tongue darted out to slowly lick her lips as images flickered through her mind. His touch felt as if it burned along her skin, a slow burn that was addicting in every sense of the word. She knew, oh she knew that with every push she made, his own claws would sink into her. Deeper than she had original plan. Perhaps, she would lose within this push and shove war, but would it really matter? What had she said to him at the bar? Don’t tempt her because otherwise she would sink her claws into him? However, what would she do if he truly sank his own into her? Was the woman willing to find out? The answer was, yes.

”Trahir…” She softly whispered as she closed her brown hues for a moment and made sure that her forehead continued to rest upon his chest. Shadis knew that if she lifted her gaze right then, he would only see lust reflecting within her chocolate gaze. They were both playing a game, one that was potentially dangerous, but as he had hinted at, danger was what made this game worth playing. Slowly, she leaned back a little so then she could peer up into his icy gaze. A hand lifted to lightly rest against his cheek and her thumb slowly grazed his lips. What would his fangs feel like buried into her neck? If she pressed, would she feel his fangs hiding behind his lips? A slow breath was drawn then as she searched for the words that she knew that she should say. Well, she searched for anything to say, but was there anything else that needed to be said?

In truth there wasn’t, so why did she even bother? Did he need any more convincing? Fangs pressed into her own mouth as she imagined just as to what was waiting for her back at this private place of his. Sleep? Or something else entirely? Slowly, she shifted her weight forwards and up onto her toes once more. Her heels were just not high enough and her hands shifted to slide over his shoulders. ”Dangerous or not, I don’t care.” She finally said as she pressed her lips to his. The woman just couldn’t resist anymore, as the temptation was far too great. It thrummed through her veins and she felt it so strongly even though she had tried to resist against the pull. Slowly, she pulled away, but not before her own fang glided over his bottom lip, very much like how he had tempted her with such a thing before. Was she even capable of biting another vampire? She didn't know, but she did know that she craved his bite for some strange reason.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Trahir Trahison ushers Shadis into the depths of the crypt. Trahir points out the western hallway. "Stay away from there. It's deadly." His expression is lifeless as always though he can't seem to pry his eyes away from the Allurist. She draws him like a moth to the candle. The danger of the situation is not lost on him, he just seems to be unable or unwilling to do anything about it. He wants her. He's only felt this way once in his remembrance and the circumstances were so different as to be incomparable. "I sleep to the east. Down that corridor." The entryway they stand in opens up into a chamber with five caskets arranged at the points of a pentagram outlined in blood on the floor. The area is lit by smoldering scones and cauldrons filled with hot embers.. The vampire makes no mention of how they stay hot.

Shadis was ushered into the crypt and her brown hues briefly flickered away from the man in the direction that he pointed out before they returned back to him. Slowly, she moved forwards to lift her arms and curl them around his neck as a sigh parted her lips. "I don't care about the layout for now, Trahir," She said softly as her voice took on a more lustful tone. At that point, she only cared about one thing, Trahir. She wanted everything about him surrounding her and she rose to place her lips against his. Shadis hadn't bothered to retract her fangs, no, she would rather tease him with such a thing, rather than retract them. As it seemed like it was exactly that which had gotten his attention. "I just want... You."

Trahir Trahison's lips meet with hers and sparks go off within his mind. A multitude of thoughts, danger, Allurist, aura, need, desire, need... lust. All at once the Killer seems bombarded with things. Instinctively he kisses back. His hands roam over her, her body firm, soft, her curves inviting beneath them. He wants. The insatiable lust roiling like a boiling caudron beckons his lips to hers, it invites his fangs to meet her flesh, to sip the fiery liquid contained within her veins. Who is he to admonish those instincts? Who is he to turn away from his nature? His own fangs slide down from his gums, locking their kiss together as it catches with her own. His tongue trails softly against her plush bottom lip. He can almost taste the blood within that softest and sensitive of flesh...

Shadis felt his fangs interlock with her own and a shiver travelled down her spine. Her hands shifted to the run through silken black locks before they drew away to allow her nails to trail down along the sides of his neck. The woman wanted to feel his commanding power all over her, to feel that at least there would be some solid anchor to hold her there in Harper Rock. She sighed softly then as her own tongue flickered out to meet his. Lust fuelled her actions, actions that made her press her form against his to feel his commanding touch and the power of his body that thrummed under her touch. It wasn't really a want, but a need.

Trahir Trahison, being a creature of logic and instinct, understands with an uncanny clarity that in this situation he is rapidly losing control. His instincts kick in and one hand comes up, fingers reach into Shadis' hair and he pulls her from him, his eyes locking with hers. His own are suddenly as reptilian as a dragon's, the vertical slit pupil on the warm gold background yet somehow the gaze is alien, cold. His other hand, seeming in opposition to the first, snakes around her slender waist, pulling her lower body against him, bending her over backward as he leans in, fangs glinting, lips pressing to the hollow of her throat as he pulls her head back. The scent of vitae within her is maddening. The blood... her body... hes own lust rises within him, trying to subsume the tactician.

Shadis felt his hand glide into her hair and a gasp parted her lips as she felt the pull at her scalp which pulled her away from him. As her gaze locked with reptilian, a soft growl of lust parted her lips then as her brown hues flickered to golden, wolf like eyes. Suddenly, she felt his other hand move to her waist, before it pulled her lower body to his and another moan parted her lips. He was driving her mad with lust and she felt him bend her backwards as her arms trailed over his shoulders once more. While his hand pulled her head back, she felt his fangs trailed over the hollow of her throat and she shivered against him. The woman craved his bite, wanted, no, needed it and she angled her head back further to comply with his wishes. "Trahir," she softly whispered as she as anticipated the bite.

Trahir Trahison can't back away from the submission, the need to dominate fuels him, it aims his fangs without thought into the right sight of her throat in a vicious plunge. Needle sharp canine fangs pierce supple flesh, their deepening penetration expanding the hole as the tips of his incisors meet with her flesh. His lips press down, sealing the wound and he begins to feed, not much, just enough to taste, to allow her blood to coat his wandering tongue. Too much vitae would make him ill and he doesn't plan on this being the only time he tastes her this evening. His other arm jerks her roughly, crushing her against him as he rises up, pulling her feet from the ground as he drinks.

Shadis felt his fangs pierce through the skin and flesh of her throat and her body jerked with the sharp pain. A cry of pain, forced her lips apart, but it as the pain pulsed and she felt the blood being pulled from her very vein, another moan parted her lips. Her eyes closed as she lingered in the feeling of his feeding and it was then that she felt her feet left the ground as her body was crushed to his own. A whimper of need flooded her body and she trailed her nails down along his shoulders. That was until they rose to slide through silken locks once more, tugging fircely. Need flooded through her body, the need to feel his dominating presence in more ways than one. However, one of her hands moved from the locks that gripped tightly, only to lightly drag the nails of her free hand down along his throat.

Trahir Trahison withdraws his fangs, his lips, tongue moving over the wound. Healing saliva, or whatever it was granted by the Darkness to hide the evidence of a vampire's trespass does it's work. The vampire slackens his hold, letting her body slight slowly down his own as he watches her. His eyes taking in what his body wants to claim. Control. The idea of it is like an anchor. Control. He needs it. He has always relied on being in power. Every situation, every detail. He craves the power to alter and mandate it instant by instant. Shadis makes him lose sight of this. Is that the attraction? His snarl wrenches his expression into a mask of rage directed at the object on his lust as he advances, chest bumping her back a few steps. Trahir is animalistic to the very core of his being. Hand at his sides, wickedly sharp claws suddenly form from well-trimmed fingernails. Those cold eyes remain locked on her as it waiting for a reason to strike.

Shadis felt his fangs withdraw from her neck and paired with his healing saliva, she felt her own healing abilities kick in. Slowly, her body slid down along his own and her hands pulled away from him, but her golden gaze found his mask of rage as he advanced. The woman was forced to take a few steps back to comply with the advances, however her gaze dropped downwards to spy that his nails had turned into sharp, wicked claws. Claws that could very well tear through skin if given a chance. A soft growl rolled passed her lips then as her gaze shifted to flicker over his body, a body that she just simply wanted to give in to, to hand over control of herself to him. Why? She didn't really know, but the woman knew that she wanted him to dominate her, even if it meant continuously submitting to his every whims. Slowly, she reached her hands out once more. One went to his shoulder while the other lifted to slide along his cheek and her thumb slipped passed his lips to slide along one of his fangs. "Take me Trahir, claim me, dominate me. I need it just as much as you do," She finally whispered as her wolf like eyes peered up into reptilian ones.

Trahir Trahison falters, the aggression gut-checked instantly. Fight or flight instincts ingrained so deeply as to permeate every part of his being flows away. He almost feels human perhaps in that instant, almost. His lips come together and the stance, a moment ago set for confrontation and combat become instead relaxed. He stands watching her, assessing her. His mind processes her words which at first are confusing. Her touch gliding over his skin soothes, calms. The feeling of her thumb parting his lip to caress the instrument of death within breaks the predator within. His arms move out, sweeping her off the ground like a bride to be carried across the threshold and he begins his trek east, reptilian eyes locked on lupine.

Shadis was suddenly picked up into strong arms that carried her towards what she assumed was his chambers, as he did mention that it was to the east. She couldn't break her gaze away from his own, even if she did, she didn't and her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her arms wound around his neck once more. However, she leaned forwards in his arms to lightly trail her lips down along his neck, pausing only long enough as to pull one of her arms away so then her lips could continue to trail along the expanse of his skin. The woman paused then as she sighed softly and her free hand shifted to slide down along his chest. "I need you, Trahir."

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir Trahison brings Shaid s into view of his sleeping chambers. The stone sarcophagus with it's granite lid set in place. The trough where a badly decomposed man in a Santa outfit is half splayed ito a trough style unused urinal... the sole lighting comes from a single brazier, freshly fed with some wood and kindling, obviously recently placed. It takes one arm for the killer to sweep the heavy lid out of it's housing, sending it crashing to the floor. The inside of the casket is lined in fine silk, padded heavily, the rich crimson colored interior greets Shadis as it rushes toward her and then Trahir is there. His body over her, his weight kept from her completely as he leans in, the only contact, his lips of her shoulder, then along her collarbone and to her neck, soft kisses, licks, his fangs remain behind his lips for the moment. Finally he draws himself up, his eyes meeting hers. "Need?"

Shadis probably would have made a comment about the dead Santa if she hadn't been so focused upon Trahir. She heard the crashing of the heavy lid as it met the floor, but soon she was engulf in silk, while her back pressed into heavy padding. A moan parted her lips as another shiver travelled down her spine. His eyes met her lupine ones while he questioned her words, but she simply let it slide as she rose to press her lips to his. Her hands however, shifted to the man's clothing as they palmed off his leather coat with a soft growl. Lightly, she nipped at his bottom lip then before she pulled away to peer up into reptilian eyes once more. Didn't he understand the effect that he had on her? The last male vampire that she had come into contact with, she had wanted nothing more than to kill, yet here she was, in this man's chambers, submitting to his every whim. He was a poison that she craved for. She leaned forwards, as nails bit into his shoulder to press her lips to his neck and slowly, she softly trailed her fangs over his skin, teasing him mostly, as she had never bit another of their kind. "Need," She finally confirmed.

Trahir Trahison watches her, his reptilian eyes still, his posture still, no breath drawn, no heaving of the chest nor beating of the heart. As she removed his jacket he may well have been a statue. The wickedly sharp claws retract. The blood within his mouth flood his mind Shadis felt his hands glide down along her waist as his lips caressed the skin along her neck. A sigh parted her lips then as she simply shoved the male off of her. "What? Did I do something?" The man with green eyes asked as she slipped off the bed and donned a short dressing gown that barely covered her ***. "I'm just not feeling it, Dean." She said as she made her way over to the kitchen in her small apartment to pour herself a scotch. "Am I too rough?" The man finally asked as he pulled on his clothes. No, she said to herself, you're just not dominant enough. She shook her head as she plastered on a fake smile, "I guess I'm just not feeling it tonight. Maybe you should just leave." The man grumbled something under his breath as he left her apartment. "Poor Dean..." Those dead eyes, reverting back to their human hues, icy blue, cold, remiss in all emotion take her in. "Are you feeling it?"

Shadis jerked back as her own lupine eyes flickered before reverting back to their normal brown hues. How did he know about Dean? The man had been the only man that she had ever let into her bed, until of course she grew bored of him. Her hands slid between them then and she pressed her hands to his chest. "Dean was an old lover in my human life. Vanilla at best." She sighed then as her gaze peered up at the man whose body was held above her own. "You... You're like poison that I've never wanted before. Poison that I need." Her gaze flickered away from him then to peer over his shoulder.

Trahir Trahison nods. "Yes... poison you need.." He eyes stay locked with hers as he pulls his lower lip in with his tongue, fangs slamming down to ravage the flesh thereof. As his expression settles into it's general neutrality, no sign of pain reaching his eyes, deep red blood, so dark as to almost be black begins to well up in the creates puncture marks. "There is no turning back now Shadis. The blood will out." Once more those claws appear at the ends of the digits on his hands. His eyes seem somehow more focused on her even though they still as dead as before.

Shadis curled her nails in towards his chest as her brown hues watched the man tear his own lip open with his fangs. There was no sign that he felt the pain of doing so, but she listened to his commanding words once more. He was right, there was no turning back. The woman had basically willingly fallen into the devil's arms and embraced the submission that came with it. She leaned forwards as her arms came up to wrap around his neck and she pressed her lips to his own bloody ones. Her tongue parted her lips then and flickered over the wound and she tasted the man's blood. Slowly, her gaze slid closed as a memory flickered before her. Grief poured from the memory and she felt the man's pain as he froze upon a park bench. She could feel the icy grips as she realized that she saw Trahir sitting there in his grief. Grief over the loss of his wife, two sons and his unborn daughter. However, after a moment of time, it seemed to fade and she realized that it was Trahir's consciousness that slipped, before he woke on a concrete floor thirsting.

Shadis sighed as she reached a hand to his cheek and her brown hues flickered open to view him. She had felt his man's grief and she could understand through the loss of her own, how it felt to want to die along with the only thing that kept them alive in their human life. Both had died through grief and woken up as vampires. Finally, she understood something about the man, it was a way that she was able to connect with him in a way she couldn't connect with another. "You need my submission and I need your dominance," She finally whispered with a sigh of content. "Take it."

* Trahir Trahison looks into Shadis' brown eyes. He's never asked Dominique what she saw when she drank from him. He knew they both saw images and that it wasn't common. Shadis' expression lets him know she is the same in that. He considers for a moment. Should he ask? What if what she saw was from memories he had erased from his mind? Would everything come crashing back? If it did... what would it mean for him? After a minute he decides to let it rest. "Dracula had three wives..." he says quietly. He tilts his head to the side, giving her a long kiss. "I have a mate. Does that not bother you? Having to share?"

* Shadis pressed her lips against his own, simply enjoying the moment until he spoke once more. A sigh caressed her lips then as a hand moved to slide over her face. Did she care if he had a mate already? Well, considering that she was used to being polygamy, no she didn't. The woman had never been in a committed monogamy relationship, it just wasn't how she did things. Her hand pulled away from her face then to slide along the man's cheek, her brown hues focusing upon those icy blue ones. "No, I don't. I have never been in a relationship when it has been monogamy. I'm used to sharing. I'm not used to committing."

* Trahir Trahison watches her as she speaks. "Then that solves one problem. The other being that I don't share. I've become somewhat... territorial of late." Understatement. Trahir hhad developed an instant dislike of his own kind upon meeting them for the most part. He guessed about one in ten didn't spark an urge to beat their faces out the back of their skulls the moment he laid eyes on them. Luckily it hadn't soured many of his relationships since he didn't get along well with the majority to begin with. Now the feeling was simply mutual. "Will that be a problem?"

* Shadis simply shook her head, as the man began to mention that he was territorial. A devil in disguise indeed. "Depends on the sharing. I have family members that I won't be abandoning any time soon. However, if you meant sexual partners, then it is highly unlikely that I will find another that will interest me in the same way that you do." Slowly, her hand slid along his cheek and then down the side of his neck where her nails lightly grazed the skin. He had to inform her right after she had ingested his blood, what impeccable timing. Even if she had decided that it was a bad idea, which she had, a while ago, the woman just couldn't help but play against her own instincts and allowed herself to be trapped within the man's grasp. His talons had sank in and now, they were not going to let go. "So, it won't be a problem."

* Trahir Trahison nods. A simple gesture but when he does it seems there is some finality that descends over the matter. His eyes, cold and dead, emotionless don't match the smile that pulls his lips up showing his fangs in the reddish glow cast by the brazier and in that moment it is all too easy to imagine that Shadis has just made a deal with a demon. The fangs pierce his lips once more and he leans forward, placing a bloodied kiss against her lips. "Good.""

* Shadis shivered at the sight before her as his fangs flashed a reddish colour by the lit brazier. The man's eyes never matched his lips and they never had. So it didn't surprise her that when her gaze locked with his, that his blue eyes were cold and unforgiving. She tasted his blood upon her lips yet again and her arms moved up to lace around his neck while another shiver travelled down her spine.

[Shadis (DELETED 7818)]

Trahir Trahison The blackness within the sarcophagus is total. No light has hope of penetrating the sanctuary Trahir has chosen Ensconced in the bowels of the cool, dank earth, the vampire has taken a page from history. Without reason to dig up a grave, it is let lie. There is no reason for anyone to exhume the bodies interred in the crypt. There are no remaining family members, there are no outstanding investigations. He was meticulous in his search for a perfect haven. As the sun sets outside, his eyes open. The feeling of Shadis next to, entwined around him seems strange for an instant before his mind clears. One thing he has noticed as a vampire, there are the times he is awake, and there are nightmares. The two meet on regular intervals but they never overlap. He supposes if he slept for long enough the nightmares may take root in his mind and affect his waking thoughts, but as it stands they are segregated. He lays in the quiet blackness, waiting for his lover to stir.

Shadis stirred from a day's worth of sleep and it was as if her body knew just as to when the sun was setting, because she was pulled awake from her restful slumber. At first, she was slightly confused, mostly because that no light penetrated the sarcophagus that they slept it, it was complete darkness. Secondly, she noticed as her hand extended, the feel of Trahir's skin under her palm. It was strange for her to ever wake in a lover's bed. Thirdly, she noticed that there was no hint of anger nor of frustration, she didn't even wake tired. Finally, she had been given a good night's rest and her form relaxed against Trahir's as a sigh of content parted her lips. In that moment, the woman was simply enjoying the feeling of simply being well rested.

Trahir Trahison's lips curl into an unseen smile. Shadis tenses at first, then relaxes and seems to sink into him. Yes, the bane that had plagued her rest was the same as his own. He remembered the way he had felt. It had taken some time to procure enough coffins needed to supply his various properties, but it had been well worth it in the end. He says nothing, merely reaches to her face and gives it a soft brush with the back of his knuckles before reaching out and pushing the lid away. Standing there is a beautiful raven-haired and heavily tattooed mortal holding a bottle of Arbor Vitae's finest, Trahirs drink of choice, Innocence. "Did you rest well master? Mistress?" The human seems completely at ease with the waking of the two vampires even though one was surely unexpected.

Shadis felt the man shift and the back of his knuckles softly brush against her cheek. No words were exchanged as the lid was pushed from the top and there stood a raven-haired woman, one covered in tattoos. She silently stretched against the man before she relaxed once more, if only she could sleep in and enjoy more such restful sleep. Her brown hues flickered back to the human then and took in the bottle that she held. "Verily," she said softly in response to the human as she lifted her gaze to take in Trahir's face before she moved to rise from the sarcophagus.

Trahir Trahison slips easily from the sarcophagus.and without bothering to dress he holds one hand out to the thrall, Nicolette for a glass of the blood and the other slips around Shadis' waist. He hands the glass over to her as Nicolette disappears down the torch-lit corridor to get another. "I have a small selection of clothing available if you wish to change into something new. it's in the main hall." Trahir had purchased an extensive wardrobe for Nicolette, Dominique and Corentine, though so far none but Nicolette had occasion to utilize it. Given that she was only ever in the crypt when Trahir arose she tended to stay in one of the apartments, or at the farm. "I trust you sleep well then?" There is a hint of satisfaction in his voice, though it is difficult to tell if it was due to their earlier activity or his being right about the cause of her restlessness. Knowing him, it was a combination of both

Shadis felt Trahir's hand slip around her waist and she politely took the glass of blood that the man offered. Slowly, she turned around to view the man as her free hand slipped around his neck. "I'm a little vain in my appearance, not just any clothes will do." She could hear the hint of satisfaction in his voice and she briefly wondered just as to what the cause was, however, she was enjoying the moment far too much to ask. For once, she had woken up in a pleasant mood. "Indeed I slept incredibly well, I can't remember of a time, since my turning, that I have slept as such. It was strange and not at all unwelcomed." A smile curved her lips then as her brown hues peered up into his icy blue eyes, "I guess I have you to thank for that."

Trahir Trahison nods agreeing.. "Yes, I'm amazing like that," he says, perhaps in jest as he guides her into the chamber with the pentagram of coffins. "An altar will be placed in the middle" He motions over to the spot he means. Walking past them he moves aside a false stone on the wall and a section slides back revealing several rifles, pistols, rapid fire weapons, swords and a small department stores worth of men and women's clothing neatly contained in a four foot deep, ten foot long hidden closet. Most of it is business casual on up to white-tie. There is some slinkier eveningwear in there for nights out and one small section which contains a beat-up pair of blue jeans, a pair of black cargo pants, a muscle shirt and a hockey mask. "See if anything strikes your fancy."

Shadis took a sip of the blood before she turned to simply hand the man the glass. The blood was different, it had a hint of flavour that she didn't particularly know. The man obviously had a taste for the finer things so she wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be something that was rare to acquire. As she turned back around to focus upon the clothing, she paused as she noticed the hockey mask. She recognized it from the A.R.E.S. meet and she reached a hand out to lightly slide over the mask. A frown furrowed her brow for a moment before she turned her attention back to the clothes at hand. "That's an odd thing to keep in your closet," she simply said as her hand glided across a couple of articles of clothes before she paused to view a simple blouse.

Trahir Trahison takes a seat on the southernmost coffin, the one closest to Shadis as he watches the firelight play over her features. He has always enjoyed the look of a woman's skin in the flickering, ever changing light cast off by torch, bonfire or brazier. Shadis is no exception to this. He admires her from each angle she gives him until her hand strays to the mask. He wonders if she was at the meeting. "Yes, there was an anonymous meeting not too long ago. Fliers were up all over the city about it. Did you see them at the time?"

Shadis paused for a moment as Trahir spoke about an anonymous group and she guessed then that it was he who had attended the meeting. Strange that she would end up in the bed of someone else who had also attended. She hummed then as she nodded her head and selected a white, halter neck blouse. She paused then to grasp a pair of skinny black jeans. "Hm, yes I do remember a flyer up at a cafe." Slowly she turned towards the man and made her way over to him. The woman deliberately didn't mention as to whether she was at the meeting or not. After all, he had only asked if she had seen the flyers. Silently she moved to seat herself down upon the man's lap, setting the clothes aside as she leaned in to press her lips to his.

Trahir Trahison's mind had just been turning to inquiring if she'd been in attendance and then she is there in his lap, supple curves, soft skin, lips on his and that aura... He encircles his arms around her, kissing her and then lets one of his fangs pierce her lip, then his own, merging the blood together between their lips. Blood and memory flows between the two as their lips touch, caressing, tasting one another.

Shadis felt his arms wrap around her form as her own arms lifted to curl around his neck. It was then that she felt his fangs pierce her lip and she moaned softly, tasting his own blood that was now mixing with her own. Her nails bit into his shoulder then as she braced herself for the memory that flared into life and she closed her eyes. - Thunk. A thin trail of blood flies off the blade of the meat cleaver that glints in darkness, broken only by candlelight. Thunk. The blade drops again, severing the leg of what appears to be a body, removing it at the knee. The blade pushes the smaller portion aside to land in a bucket sitting beside the butcher's block. Blood flows out from the wound and down onto the floor, surrounding a pair of black rubber boots as it lazily crawls it's way toward a floor drain. A pair of severed forearms and fingerless hands lie steaming in another pail next to the drain. The temperature in the crypt is still uncomfortably cold from the winter, it helps with the smell. Not freezing cold, that would make washing it down difficult, cold enough to preserve a body a little longer, cold enough to be uncomfortable for humans. It matters little to it's owner how it feels.

Chunk. The other leg of the body is severed, separated from the rest at the knee and again the blade pushes it aside and off the table into the bucket below. Trahir leans forward, face cast in a red hellish glow as he looks at his handiwork. The man is beyond screaming at this point. Passed out... again. Pity. Trahir enjoys the screams when no one else is around to hear them. He tightens the tourniquets on both legs and arms, those cut away at the elbow and reaches under the remaining torso of the human, lifting it up and walking over to a blood splattered corner of the room, setting the man down in a pool of dried blood. He pulls up a chair and sits down, leaning forward and waiting patiently. The chair straddles the drain, the buckets on either side of him showing the disembodied feet and hands peeking out from the top. The man comes to slowly, agony flooding his features and Trahir, decked out in a butcher's apron made from what is obviously human skin leans forward toward him.

Blood mats his hair and speckles his face, in his hands, the butcher's knife still caked in thick viscous and hardening blood. "Tell me more about this little cult you are in Paul." Trahir licks the blood from the gleaming blade as he leans forward more, closer, his fangs showing in the dim light. "Tell me of this... Pratt." The screams begin again. And the scene fades to black. - Slowly, she rested her forehead against Trahir's as another shiver slithered down her spine. She was right, he was capable of such violence, the man was dangerous and yet like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to him.

Trahir Trahison Within his mind, Shadis’ memories flare to life. It’s vivid, almost as though he is living it himself. Of course that’s not the case. The result would have been different. Shadis leaned back against the counter as she waited for the coffee to brew. A sigh caressed her lips as she tapped a heeled boot against the tiles underneath. The woman still had books to cover about the probabilities or a spell backfiring. Then she had to write an essay as to how such a backfire could be averted. "Here you go ma'am." The barrister said as he handed over her strong Cappuccino with an extra shot. The woman offered him a smile, but she didn't mean it as she collected her hot beverage from him. Hoisting her bag over her arm, she began to make her way back to her dormitory when she was approached by a man with shaggy black hair and deep green eyes. The man wore a suit and her fake smile faltered. If only for a little bit. "Stephen, I thought we were done. I thought I told you that we were through." Shadis said simply as she shifted her bag just a little to dig out her keys and open her room to push her way through. "Yes, but I don't like it when you say no," The man said behind her as he shouldered his own way through. Gently she sat her bag and coffee down upon the table as she turned around to glare at him. "Get out!" She growled at him, but he simply kicked the door behind him closed and he growled at her in response. "Not until I get what I came for."

Suddenly, he was upon her, his hands gripping and tearing at her clothes. Strong hands grasped at her wrists, restricting her after she attempted to fight back and he forced her back into a wall, where her wrists were pinned there. The man forced himself upon her, taking in her flesh for his own.

The memory ended, Trahir pulls away slightly, his dead eyes searching hers a moment. He asks the first question that comes to mind given what he'd seen. "What did you major in?"

[Trahir Trahison]

Shadis was slightly taken aback as he pulled away a little only to ask as to what she majored in. Her brown hues flickered over his face for a moment as she licked her lips that had healed once more and she angled her head. Why was he suddenly so interested as to what she majored in? "Occult," She finally responded as a frown descended upon her brow. A hand lifted then to lightly stroke his cheek as she pondered the man's question. "I majored in Occult Studies, although I'm not sure as to why that is relevant now."

Trahir Trahison nods. Ironic major in retrospect. Study the occult, then become something occultists study. If he had more of a sense of humor Trahir might laugh. "Occult studies... that could be beneficial considering what we are. On a side note who is the man Steven who raped you and where do you think I could find him nowadays?"

Shadis froze for a moment as he mentioned the one name that she hadn't heard of for quite some time. She had even almost managed to forget him, but she always thought that the reason why she preferred to be dominated was because of him. Of his constant treatment of her. However, she hadn't thought about him in so long, she could have believed that it hadn't happened, that it was just a simply nightmare and she shook her head as she slipped off Trahir's lap. Silently, she moved to dress, mostly because she didn't want Trahir to think of her as broken, it was the last thing she wanted. "I don't know. I fled Harper Rock after I graduated and I never kept in contact. All that I know, was that he worked for some club as a manager."

Trahir Trahison watches her dress with some regret. He was enjoying the sight and feel of her without the clothes. Still, the night has been born anew and there were things needing done. "I think we should find him and have a chat. It would be therapeutic." He gets up and makes his way over to another one of the coffins, opens it and motions to the jewelry inside. "Would you like to accessorize?" His voice remains steady in tone when talking about the man who'd raped her and hunting him down to the switch to necklaces, earrings, bracelets and rings. "I think silver would look lovely with your selection. Tactfully understated.."

Shadis angled her head to watch Trahir make his way around the room as he spoke. Silently, she moved towards Trahir and she slid her arms around him once more. The woman lightly dragged her fangs across the man's bared shoulder as she knew that talking about accessories wasn't exactly something that he would prefer to talk about. A breath was released over his skin then as she exhaled and she looked up at him again. "We could always go hunting for him if you like."

Trahir Trahison inclines his head. "I like the way you think. I'll need as much information you can remember about him." He leans in and gives her a soft kiss. "It will be fun. Hunting always makes me feel alive." He kisses her once more. "And it will allow me the chance to show you the farm and introduce you to my boys." They would be returning soon now that the weather was getting better. Trahir is not sentimental, but he's missed Gustave and Lolong if for nothing else than the practicality of having living, breathing body disposal systems right at his doorstep. "You'll like them. They're feisty."

Shadis enjoyed the kisses that her gave her and slowly a hand rose so then her fingers could curl into his black silken locks. "I don't really remember much, he kept things mostly to himself. You know what he looks like, but his full name was Stephen Yillroy. Worked at a club as a manager. That's all I really know and was one of the reasons that I tried to break it off with him." She was interested as to how many properties that Trahir owned, but she did wonder about what he referred to as, his boys. "So tell me, you're... Feisty boys, are they vampires themselves or... Something else?"

Trahir Trahison tilts his head to the side. "Something else. Who would keep a vampire as a pet? Besides. I don't like most of our kind. They tend to lack foresight and most resemble a bad vampire romance movie most of the time. Stephen Yillroy... that should be enough to start with..."

Shadis chuckled softly as she moved away from Trahir and plucked a few silver items from the coffin, only to slip them on. "Who knows, they might keep them as pets in a crypt to torture each night." She said as she perked a brow at the man before her as she shifted to loop earrings into her ears. Her brown hues flickered over the man's naked body once more, enjoying the sight before her. Oh she was going to miss that body of his as it covered her own. The woman could barely restrain herself from temptation as it was. "When shall I be seeing you again, Trahir?"

Trahir Trahison looks at Shadis perplexed at the question."I would imagine when you want to not wake up weak and of a foul temperament you'll be back. It's not actually easy to purchase a coffin nowadays. There's paperwork involved. They want to see a body and they want to see that body in the coffin interred in the earth. I was thinking you would be back before sunrise." He motions to the circle of coffins nearby. "You may wish to pick yourself out one for nights I am not here if the sarcophagus lid is too heavy."

Shadis angled her head as she glanced around them for a moment in thought. "So basically, this is your way of asking me to move in without actually asking me." She simply stated as she chuckled and shook her head. Oh the man was interesting, interesting indeed. Although, she did have a feeling that he really meant what he said last night, that he didn't share. The woman honestly didn't realize that he wanted to have her move in straight away. "No, waking up irritable and weak is not exactly how I wish to wake. However, I didn't think that this... Stay was a permanent thing." She smiled at him before she turned around and brushed her black locks to the side. "Could you do me a solid and tie it up for me? I do crap lopsided bows on my own."

Trahir Trahison nods, helping her with the hair while he speaks. "Of course it's permanent. You have a curse, you need to sleep in a crypt or a grave, at the least in a coffin. I happen to have the same curse. It would be beneficial for you. I also imagine you see memories in my blood and there's a chance you have seen too much. It would be nice if I didn't have to actually hunt you down if I decide I have to end your existence." He spins her slowly around, inspecting her closely and nods as if satisfied. "You look lovely. I'll be back in a few hours. I don't have much to do this evening.Nicolette will drive you where you need to go. Give her a call when you wish to return. I keep the cars at West Tower most of the time. It's closer than the others."

Shadis simply shook her head as she listened to the man's words. Trahir had a way with words, words that gave her a shiver down her spine and made her want to jump his bones. However, at the mention of death, it had turned her blood cold and she wanted nothing more than to hide away from her very own fears, fears that she had ignored and walked on by. There was, after all a reason as to why people had fears. Some were irrational... But at other times, when she had seen death and traversed its halls, it was very real. However, his commanding tone had brought her out of such a fear, a commanding tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Then I guess that you will never know as to what I know," She finally said as she leaned in to the man to give him a light kiss before she moved to the door. "I only need to do a few errands, pick up a couple of things for rituals later."

Trahir Trahison looks to her with a new interest. "Rituals..." It appeared that her degree had been even more useful than he had initially thought. Practical application as it were. "If you procure for me a list of things you need I may be able to assist in some small measure in acquisitions." He'd hunted down several creatures for parts before. Not that he was a ritualist by any stretch. "I'm good at acquiring the more... fleshy... components."

Shadis hesitated by the door then and she glanced back over towards Trahir, thoughtful for a moment. The woman had already made a deal with the devil, why not put him to work should he offer it? She pursed her lips before she nodded her head and donned her blue jacket from the night before. "Off the top of my head, I need Diamond teeth, Mooncalf Bone and Hunter's Charm. Although, I have to go back to the family den to find out as to what else that I need. I left my list there because that is generally where I live." A simple smirk caressed her lips then as she reached out to the door then, her hand pausing upon the knob. She angled her head then to peer at the naked man as she perked a brow. "I'm not sure as to how long I'll be there though. I may have to stay the night, with a male friend I met recently." Shadis simply said as if she was trying to play coy with the man, tease him just that little bit. She wanted to see if such a statement would get a rise out of him.

Trahir Trahison stands with an unreadable expression on his face. He'd come across those things before. The Diamond teeth he had pried from between cold dead lips of gangsters in his early nights. hunter's charms had once been more common before Ty and their smaller subset, the Things had wiped out the Order of St. James. Mooncalfs though, they were still common enough. "I'll keep an eye out." He doesn't mention her dig though. He'd bet dollars to diamond teeth that she would be back before the rising sun. He heads over toward the west room, stops there by the door and then leans against the wall, still not dressed, watching her.

Shadis silently listened to the male then as she angled her head and watched him walk towards the west room, her brown gaze slid over the man's naked form in appreciation. He didn't mention anything about her dig at him and she wondered if he would suddenly become irritated if she really didn't come back before sunrise. If she simply stayed at the family den regardless if she awoke in a bad mood or left feeling weak all over again. Her restful sleep had suddenly made her very playful indeed. The woman was even tempted to play with fire, "Well then, I'll be on my way." She turned to leave then.

Trahir Trahison "Shadis," he said, still leaning casually by the forbidden door. "There is a soiree, a toga party this Saturday. I want you to accompany me."

Shadis 's hand stilled upon the door as she turned back around to face the man who asked her along to a toga party. The woman had been to one or two social events, so it wasn't as if it would be a painful thing to do. A smile graced her lips then as she gently tapped her nails against the door, "I would be happy to attend this party with you on Saturday night."

Trahir Trahison nods "Good, Nicolette will take you to the cars. You can drive the new one for now until I get you something more fitting." He turns and grasps the vault door-style handle, turning it a full cirlce to unlatch it. He gives it a pull and the massive weight of it creaks on reinforced hinges. The little of the room beyond is caked in gore, a scene from a horror movie and then some. A low moan escapes from within. "I will see you before the sun's first rays Shadis."

Shadis perked a brow as she angled her head to appreciate more of Trahir's naked form before he spoke once more in his commanding tone. She was sure that it was a warning in disguise and she briefly wondered if she should even bother coming back; just to poke at the bear, so to speak. However, as the woman curved her hand around the door frame, she knew that he was addicting, even as cold as he was. She would come back before sunrise. He knew it and so did she. Mostly because she wanted to bend to his will once again. To taste him upon her tongue and to sleep with him all over again. He really was going to be the death of her, she finally concluded as she slipped out the door.

[Trahir Trahison]

Trahir walks back out from the west room after Shadis leaves, making his way to the discarded clothing of the night before. Retrieving his phone he dials a number he hasn't called in a while, Mortlls. The phone rings on the other end for what feels like an eternity. Of course it's in reality only a few seconds, but the Killer is anticipating a hunt and his predatory nature is in overdrive. While he could go about the entire thing alone, tracking the man through more standard means, in reality it's not the hunt he is after this evening. It's the kill

He has plans for one Mr. Stephen Yillroy.

Bones to crack and flesh to rend, minds to break and wills to bend and all that.

As he wanders back into the western room, the crippled gangster moans on the table. Trahir covers his mouth unceremoniously with a large hand. "Sh, I'm on the phone," he says to the incapacitated man.

[Mortll]

Mortll was knee deep in a pile of much and **** the black work boots on her feet and a shovel in her hand. She had been turning her compost for a couple of hours now . The sound and feel of the of the shovel in her hand felt good. She was so intent on what she was dong the sudden ring of the phone startled her out of her reverie.
She fished the phone out of her pocket and glanced at the number "Ahhh Mr Trahison must be wanting to set up his boat ride" she mumbled to herself as she answered " Mortll "

[Trahir Trahison]

"Miss Mortll, it's Trahir. I would like to offer you the chance to perform a public service. There is a rapist by the name of Stephen Yillroy. He manages a club here in Harper Rock, attended HRU, likely a business graduate. I would guess mid to late twenties. I intend on ending his crime spree. You happen to be able to locate people faster than I and while I generally enjoy a hunt done in the old fashioned way on this one time constraints and the interest of the safety of the public dictate facilitation of the ascertaining of the subjects whereabouts."

Yes, it's a favor, Trahir of course will not admit that. It's for "the public". His tone is slightly more fast paced than usual. Not quite agitated but definitely more rushed than she is used to. Already his fangs have slid down from behind his lips with the anticipation of impending violence and bloodshed, giving his words a slightly mushy sound.

The fact he dispensed with formality is perhaps the most telling thing. No small talk, no frivolities. Trahir is on a mission.

[Mortll]

Mortll raised a eyebrow " So you need a favor hum ... Hold for one moment. Mortll closed her eyes and lowered the phone. She reached out with her mind focusing on the name the being her mind scoured the city and she kept getting flashes of Newborough he was there but she couldn't exactly tell where it wasn't coming clear. She cleared her mind and focused on him again she looked through his eyes this time she could see bottles and drinks and a bar a smile formed on her face Newborough didn't have many bars so this narrowed Mr. Trhaisons search down considerably . She raised the phone back to her ear " He's in Newborough in a bar... Not too many there you should be able to locate him fairly quickly Mr. Trahison. Call me if you need help with disposal I have the perfect place for him " she looked at pile of freshly turned compost with a smile on her face